One: I finally, finally, went swimming at night with Brittany and Judd. I was bouncing off the walls with excitement, and then I got a text from Brittany asking if it was okay for her to bring her boyfriend. It felt like my stomach had been flung against a brick wall. What was I supposed to say? "Nope, can't bring that asshole with you. Sorry." So I responded: "Yeah sure, I mean, if he wants to", and I think she may have somehow picked up on my irritation, because for whatever reason she pulled into my driveway at 9 o'clock at night alone. I wasn't going to ask why he didn't show up, I was just glad he didn't. Maybe he just didn't want to swim. I dunno.
We had a good half hour alone before Judd showed up. We pulled my trampoline as close as possible and bounced off of it into the pool. And lemme tell you, I had every reason to be psyched about seeing her in a bikini. Oh my. She has, like, the perfect body. Completely blemish-free, pale skin that isn't too pale, fantastic curves. Unfortunately I didn't get to fawn over her sexiness as much as I would've liked. It was dark, couldn't see all too well. Plus I didn't want to gawk and make it obvious. I don't know how I did it, but I managed to pull off being near a bikini-ed Brittany without blushing or stuttering. Wish I could've gotten a better look.
Then Judd showed up, once again coming down from a high (he smokes every day now, which I think is less for recreation and more to satisfy an addiction, but whatever) and we had oodles of fun. Giggle fits everywhere. At one point Brittany got to meet my mom and my sister. Later after she left my sister told me that she's really pretty and awesome and she earns her seal of approval, so that's great.
Judd left around midnight. Brittany and I floated around for another hour before she left reluctantly. She would've stayed even later than one in the morning, she told me, but she had to be up early today. She was freaking out because, once again, we were surrounded by intimidating blackness with nearby porch lights being our only source of light. At one point she got really close to me, without touching me though, scared because she heard something. Ha. After talking and laughing and stuff, she finally left. I walked her to her car, said goodbye and that we should do this again sometime, and that was that.
I still didn't tell her how I felt. Damn it.
Two: I'm starting to get into writing short stories again, for the first time in about a year. It's frustrating, because I have the basic concept laid out, I just find it so difficult to make it work on paper. I don't know if I need to organize it better, have a clearer vision of the order of events, but I really wanna write this.
Lemme give you the bare-bones synopsis: There are two ladies, one openly gay and the other "straight," who've been best friends since their freshman year of college. The openly gay chick has had some suppressed feelings towards her best friend since they first met, and there are some subtleties that suggest that they're both aware of that, and that their friendship runs deeper and differs from that of your typical pair of women.
So, these two have graduated and live in separate apartments within close proximity of one another, and they're unsatisfied with their jobs, uncertain of their goals and dreams and the like. The straight one has an asshole boyfriend and finds comfort in the gay chick. Slowly but surely they confront the meaning of their relationship, fall in love, all that good stuff.
I'm thinking of a decent climax involving the boyfriend actually physically abusing the straight one during an argument, and then she dumps him and that's kinda when she stops running from the feelings she's had. And these two friends maybe, I dunno, hook up even while she's still in that relationship, which confuses the fuck out of both of them and makes things even more muddled.
By now you've probably noticed that certain aspects of this story hold some similarities to my current situation, and all I have to say to that is that I can only write what I know about and what I've at least somewhat experienced.
I feel like I need to consider symbolism. Something deeper than just the literal happenings and stuff. I also need to be careful and avoid melodramatic dialogue and plot development. I need to portray these characters in a realistic way, portray their confusion and their helplessness. There's a lot to consider here, so maybe I'll mull over some ideas and keep this sitting on the shelf for a bit before I begin writing. I really wanna get started on it though.